Spring rains on my face and dampens my Earth.
Awakening a joy and new beginning.
I breath musk and fill my eyes of Irish green.
Spring-time spirits cleanse my winter soul,
And build upon a new wick branch.
The Robin chirps her peaceful call.
And i listen.
I listen to her chirps of praise to the new sage Earth.
I breath musk, see Irish green, and listen in rhythm to my
heart.
I take in the Spirits' soft breath of life.